January ends,
with blue skies and bright sunshine,
but a little cold.
So how’s it going,
not so dear, Borish Bon Bon?
You’ll cry if you want.
The weird stuff has gone,
it sunk into the pages,
of unread items.
I’ll scramble for it,
for that last cream egg on sale,
if it ever comes.
Okay it’s a fact,
music’s my greatest passion,
next to food and sleep.
